57 Chevy Bel Air Lowrider Courtesy MotorTrend.com
Chebby Chasing
In the quiet American town of Chevy Chase,
there's been a big uproar at the fair,
an invasion of migrant low riders,
to the Concours d'Élégance there.
They used to like Alec Baldwin's work,
but now wish Chevy Chase would return,
but Chevy is too busy going on vacation,
with American pie movies that earn.
Drove my Chebby to the lebbee,
but the lebbee was high, not dry.
Drank tequila and ate the worm,
swam that sucker, USA do or die!
When we ride, we ride low.
When we ride, we ride slow.
No more that tilted Diego show,
rump up high, nose down low.
Chebby was always the American dream,
like apple pie, blonde bikini girl scream.
If ever my hebby Chebby would go away,
I’d jump in a Ford and suicide that day!
Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull
10/28/21
You can read and print this poem my website here.
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Rebecca
My words were primarily wordsmithing wordplay and not in any way meant to belittle anyone. The vernacular of Mexican Americans just fit the poem well. Car lovers everywhere will understand and Chevy lovers even more. I could write a censored version and will. Replacing this offensive one to a certain segment of our society with a politically correct one.
I drove my own 1973 Chevy Monte Carlo over 300,000 miles in 20 years between 1975 and 1995.
Ron
Regis. 🍁
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